By Lauren Piskothy | email@example.com Over analyze, over correct, over prepare, rinse and repeat. That is the standard I hold myself to and yet I still feel timid when I walk into a room where I’m expected to direct a…
Flagler College Theatre Department will breathe life back into the women of the World War II era and pay homage to their bravery and sacrifices through “Decision Height,” by Meredith Dayna Levy.
Even in 2014, women are still facing the same battles that they’ve always fought–even with their own gender.
Have women achieved ultimate equality, or are we still subjects of a patriarchal society? Are we living in a man’s world?
By Kristyn Pankiw | firstname.lastname@example.org
Flagler College is moving in a new direction. In recent years, many liberal arts colleges have introduced women’s studies programs into their curriculum, and Flagler is finally catching up. This spring, a group of students, faculty and staff organized a series of events for Women’s History Month, and rumor has it the college may implement a women’s studies minor next year — a big and important step in the college’s history.
By Phil Grech | email@example.com
Recently a friend of mine was physically and sexually assaulted at a party. After she pushed the guy off her, he called her a slut and a bitch. While her friends came to her defense, no male did and the attacker’s friends encouraged his behavior.
By Jaycob Ammerman | firstname.lastname@example.org
The Flagler College men’s basketball team is one win away of making their first playoffs since joining the Peach Belt Conference in 2009.
This Saturday, Mar. 2, the Saints will play Augusta State at 3:30 p.m., at the Flagler Gymnasium for a chance to play in the Peach Belt Tournament.
By Lindsay Marks | email@example.com
I’ve been a cashier, waitress, factory rat and a pizza maker. I could not list one job where I wasn’t confronted with the situation where I wonder, “Do I say something?” My male bosses call me beautiful, male employees call me “sweetie,” and there have been a few instances of “Boy, if I was 20 years younger …”
By Tiffanie Reynolds | firstname.lastname@example.org
With his hands around my neck, I looked up at the man standing in front of me, and for a split second I didn’t know what to do. Running through the list of moves I just learned, I sandwiched my hands against his palm and shoved his arms off of me to the applause of the other women in my group. “Good job,” he said, before walking over to the woman standing next to me and testing her with another move.
Outside of the Virginia Room, it was a scenario that I always carried in the back of my mind but assumed would never happen. I would like to think I could defend myself, but barely reaching five feet I knew it was unlikely.